Big city rednecks on the prowl Concrete creepin’ through the South Swamp’s dried up, roots been sold Legends buried deep in the mold Gator wranglers, long since gone Replaced by boys who talk too strong Steel-toe boots, but not the grit Flashin’ pride, but none of it fits City-bred cowboys, empty names Runnin’ wild but playin’ tame The old code’s gone, nothin’ feels the same Just noise and echoes in a Southern frame Rust on the truck, shine on the grill Talk a big game, but don’t have the will Cracked-up stories, second-hand pride No swamp, no hunt, no rebel ride Where are the legends, the bayou blood? Where are the hands that tamed the mud? Now it's storefronts where oaks once stood Concrete thrones where outlaws should City-bred cowboys, empty names Runnin’ wild but playin’ tame The old code’s gone, nothin’ feels the same Just noise and echoes in a Southern frame Big city rednecks, loud but hollow No trail to blaze, just trends to follow Once was fire, now it’s ash and shame, The South remembers… but not the names.
